Nothing in Life Is Free

Nothing in Life is Free 06

I'm not one of those people who slowly comes awake and spends several minutes in a dream-like haze. For me, the line between asleep and awake has always been sharp. I don't wake with a start or anything like that. Sleep just ends and I come fully awake.

I was having a wonderful dream. Nikki and I were making love on a sunlit, tropical beach when I came fully awake. It was Wednesday and I was lying in my king size bed and Nikki was making love to me with her mouth. She had pulled the covers aside and was laying sideways across my large bed as she slowly, lovingly worked her mouth up and down my rather stiff cock.

I pulled another pillow under my head to prop myself up enough so that I could watch the action. Nikki was completely nude atop the covers and resting on her elbows. She was leaned over my hips, leisurely working her way up and down my shaft with her mouth.

Noticing that I was awake, she stopped blowing me and rested her chin on my hip with my cock against the side of her smiling face. "You're awake."

"Yeah. So are you, I see."

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind? Do I mind if you suck my dick? No."

"I didn't want to wake you but your cock was really hard and it made me want to touch you."

"Men get erections throughout the night. Most of the time I'm pretty hard when I wake up in the morning. I also usually have to pee."

"Do you have to pee?"

"Now that you've stopped blowing me, yeah. I kind of do."

"OK."

She scooted off the bed and stood naked between the end of the bed and the bathroom door.

I slid out of bed, also completely nude, and made my way to the bathroom with Nikki close on my heels. I raised the seat on the toilet, something I was getting used to now that Nikki was sharing my house. She stood next to me, reached across herself to grasp my cock and aimed it at the toilet bowl.

"I'll help."

"OK. Why not?"

It took me a minute but I was able to finally let go a stream with her holding my cock for me.

"Are enjoying yourself?"

"It's really cool. I like how you pee standing up."

I finished up and chuckled as she dabbed the end of my dick with a square of toilet paper. We both washed our hands, brushed our teeth and returned to the bed.

"Honey, didn't your mom teach you

anything

about men? About sex? About anything at all?"

I was leaned back against the pillows and she was laying on her side with her head resting on my chest. She let her hand wander to my cock.

"I guess. When I was really young, she taught me about my vagina and about babies; she told me that I should stay away from penises. When I was eighteen, I learned about sex from our gardener but mom got really mad. She took me to a doctor and made sure I couldn't have a baby. After that she said that I could do whatever I

'damn well pleased.'

" She imitated her mother's stern tone.

"So, when your mom found out that you had sex, she had your tubes tied and that was it?"

"No. She fired the gardener too."

I guess I was starting to see why she left home at twenty-one. I'm surprised she didn't leave sooner.

"So, you're almost twenty-three years old and you've learned about sex from friends and by experimenting?"

"Some friends showed me stuff but I went to the library and got some medical books and journals. I also got some magazines, some really dirty ones too, and I studied."

"But you never really had a boyfriend; someone to love you and care for you as a person?"

"I had some boyfriends who loved me."

"What happened to them?"

"They stopped loving me after a while."

"Did you love them?"

She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "I thought so but I didn't feel like I do with you. I

love

you."

"Were all your boyfriends closer to your own age?"

"Yeah. We were in college together."

"Did you sleep with all your boyfriends?"

"You mean, did I let them fuck me? Yeah."

"How long did your relationships usually last?"

"I don't know. Maybe two weeks. One guy was my boyfriend for almost a month."

I was starting to get a picture of a naïve girl who'd been used as a fuck toy by horny college boys and discarded like a used tissue and it was pissing me off. I'd better stop asking questions.

"OK. Well, you and I have been together for a little over four months now so that's probably some sort of record, right?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked.

"NO! I love you!"

"OK, just checking. You're OK with a relationship that's lasted four months? Do you think we can last longer?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, what happens when I can't give you everything you want?"

"You

do

give me everything I want."

"Yes. But you said yourself that you masturbate at least four or five times a day. I can't usually make love to you more than once, sometimes twice a day."

"So?"

"What happens when you want more sex than I can give you?"

"I don't know. I can masturbate or maybe you can eat my pussy or finger me."

"We could have a threesome with Paul once in a while too, I suppose." I suggested.

"Yeah. That was fun."

"What if I got you a sex toy? Would you like that?"

"You mean, like a dildo?"

"Yeah, have you had one before?"

"My mom had one. She caught me using it once and called me all sorts of names and threw it away."

"OK. How about if I get you one of your very own? That way, you can play with it when I'm too tired."

"OK. You wouldn't mind? You wouldn't be mad?"

"No. I might even like to watch sometime."

"OK. You're not too tired now though, right?" My cock had grown hard under her constant attention.

"Nope, I'm not tired at all." I turned toward her in the bed and hugged her to me and we kissed passionately as I moved atop her.

I spread myself across her, straddling her so that her legs were trapped between mine. Her arms were around my neck but I held her body captive underneath me and kissed her hard. I gently blew in her ear as I kissed my way down the side of her face and neck.

"Ooooh!" She shuddered.

"You don't like that?"

"It tickles."

"It tickles good or bad?"

"I don't know. Do it again."

I kissed my way across her mouth, over the bridge of her nose, across her eyebrows and to her ear. I blew very gently, kissed her ear, gave it a lick and nibbled the lobe.

"Oh, that

definitely

tickles good." She had goosebumps.

I continued to kiss my way down her neck, across her throat and to her collar bone. I kissed and licked my way across her shoulder and nuzzled her armpit with my nose. I kissed my way down her side and over the washboard that was her ribcage.

"Aaaugh! That tickles too!"

"Good or bad?"

"I like the way you tickle me."

I kissed my way from one side to the other, stopping briefly on my way across her chest to suckle her tiny breasts and flick her nipples with my tongue. I blew into her other armpit and nuzzled it with my nose and then kissed down the ribs on her other side. She squirmed and tried to spread her legs but with my legs on either side of hers she was trapped with her knees pressed together.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Bishop. I want your dick in my pussy. I want to cum."

I spread my legs just enough so that she could open a path for me to enter her; she reached down between us, took hold of my cock and pulled it toward her. She stroked the head of my cock along the length of her pussy, spreading my pre-cum everywhere and then pointed me directly at her opening.

I pressed into her and then forced her legs back together by bringing mine together. I started to piston my cock between her thighs and into her pussy. Every stroke brought me into direct contact with her clitoris.

Nikki started to whine and whimper. After only a couple of minutes she started to cry out softly but I continued my steady rhythm until she suddenly stiffened and went silent. She hugged me tightly, bit down hard on my shoulder and bucked her hips violently. I kept up my assault and she just kept cumming.

Finally, I relented, slowed and then stopped. She made an inhuman groan, threw her head back and was gasping, open mouthed for breath. I held completely still until she dropped her chin and looked me in the eye. I gave a slight thrust with my hips and her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened wide as if to scream but no sound came out. I lifted one leg and allowed her to spread her legs. "Did I hurt you?"

She was still a little breathless, "No. Not really."

"Not really?"

"I don't think I can take any more."

"Are you telling me that this old man was too much for you?"

"No. I... Maybe." She grinned.

I rolled off her and onto my back. I hadn't cum so my cock was still pretty hard as she reached for it. Nikki turned onto her side to face me and, propping herself high on one elbow reached down and made a loose fist around my cock.

She started to gently masturbate me. She had a very light grip on me as she pulled up and pushed down in slow, even strokes. "Is this OK?"

"Yeah, honey. That's nice."

"Your cock is really cool."

Nikki rested her head on my chest and turned her face toward my cock as she continued to stroke me. "Are you gonna cum?"

"If you keep doing that, I'll cum."

"I want to watch you cum." She reached for my hand and placed it on my cock. "Do you masturbate too?"

"Yes. Not like I used to before you moved in, but I still jerk off."

She guided my hand up and down my erection. "Can I watch?"

"OK." I started stroking myself.

Nikki laid her head back down on my chest and faced my cock as I held myself vertical and moved my fist up and down. I spread my legs a bit and increased my tempo as I felt my orgasm building. Nikki reached down and cupped my balls and waited while I increased my cadence even more. My legs went straight, I pointed my toes and, with a grunt I came. There was one strong spurt that landed on my belly, just above my pubic hair, another weaker one that landed on my knuckles followed by several less violent spasms and the rest of my cum ran down the back of my hand.

I let go of my dick and rested my hand over my belly button. Nikki leaned in and licked my hand clean and then worked her way down to lick the cum off my abdomen. She kept going and licked my now flaccid cock clean. She sucked all of me into her mouth and washed me thoroughly before releasing my cock onto my thigh.

"That was really cool."

"You've seen a guy cum before."

"Yeah. But I've never seen a guy masturbate before. Will you do it again sometime?"

"Sure, honey. Whenever you want."

She turned her head to face me and smiled. "Cool."

I reluctantly left my beautiful waif in bed and got up and headed for the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and started to get cleaned up. I watched through the shower door as Nikki came into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. "Don't flush while I'm in the shower. It'll make the water go cold."

"OK. I don't have to pee yet. I just wanted to watch you take a shower."

Not sure what to say, I said nothing. I used my shower gel and a loofa sponge to clean myself as usual while Nikki sat watching me intently with an elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand.

I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and reached for my towel. "Are you enjoying the show?"

"I like watching you. Everything you do is sexy."

"You sure know how to make an old man feel good, Nikki."

I finished toweling off, stepped up to the vanity and grabbed my razor and shaving gel out of the cabinet. "Are you going to watch me shave too?"

"Can I?"

"Sure, but I just don't see what you find so fascinating."

"I

like

watching you. I learn about you when I watch you."

I spread the shaving gel on my face. "I see. You learn how to make me cum by watching me make

myself

cum, right?"

"Uh huh."

"So, what do you hope to learn by watching me shower and shave?"

"I just think it's cool."

"You're not sure what

you

should be doing so you watch other people. Is that it?"

She stared silently at me and actually blushed.

"It's OK. You can tell me what's going on. I probably know more than you think. I think that you

know

that you're odd but you want others to think that you're not. You want to fit in better so you want to learn to imitate what you think is 'normal.'" I made 'air quotes.'

I faced the mirror as I shaved and watched her surprised look in the reflection as she blushed even deeper.

"Honey, I love you the way you are. I'm fine with it if you want to pretend to the rest of the world but, with me, just be yourself. Be blunt. Ask questions, tell me what you think, tell me what scares you, tell me what you want. I'll try to help. OK?"

Nikki nodded slowly. "You won't think I'm a freak?"

"I'm sure you've been called that in the past but you're

not

a freak. You're different; but different isn't always bad. Has anyone ever tested you for autism or Asperger's?"

"I don't think so."

"OK. Are you comfortable asking me questions?"

"Uh huh."

"Even the questions you think are completely silly?"

"I guess."

"Well then, go ahead and ask me your question."

"When are you going to stop loving me?" It didn't surprise me that this would be one of her biggest worries.

"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. We may not always agree. We may not always get along. We might even get angry with one another but I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"One more thing. If I don't want to make love every time you want me to, it doesn't mean that I've stopped loving you. It might only mean that I'm not in the mood at the moment. Be patient with me and I'll be patient with you. OK?"

She suddenly looked more at ease. "OK."

I rinsed the remaining shaving gel off my face and said, "Don't worry about it. Take your shower and I'll go make breakfast and then we'll do something fun today. OK?"

She smiled brightly. "OK!"

I pulled on a polo shirt and a pair of jeans and headed for the kitchen as I heard the shower start running. I made a breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits and had just finished setting the table for two when Nikki entered.

I stood speechless. I hadn't looked closely at the clothes she had chosen at the thrift store recently so when she posed for me in a sleeveless summer dress that was canary yellow with white polka dots and matching sneakers, my jaw dropped open. "You look absolutely beautiful, Nikki."

"You like it?" She gave a quick 360º twirl.

"Absolutely! It fits you well and the colour looks great on you. You look positively

beautiful!

"

"Thank you, Bishop. I hoped you'd like it."

"Did you buy it for me or for you?"

"Both. I like it but I want you to like it too."

"If you like it; I like it."

She sat down at the table. "I'm hungry."

I served breakfast and we ate in companionable silence. For once, she didn't ask for seconds. She got up from the table after breakfast, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. That was a first.

"Thanks Nikki. I appreciate your help. How would you like to go for a bike ride today?"

"I don't have a bike."

"Yeah, but we can get you one if you want. You

do

know how to ride a bike, don't you?"

"Sure. I used to ride all over campus."

"OK. Let's go get you a bike." Nikki's face lit up and she absolutely beamed at me.

Nikki looked at a dozen different styles of bicycles in the shop and settled on a hybrid mountain/road bike. "That's a men's bike. Do you want a ladies' bike?"

"No, I like this one. Can I get a basket on the back?"

She wheeled the bike into the middle of the shop and threw her leg over the seat. From my angle I caught a flash of her bright yellow thong panties. The store clerk was a kid of about eighteen or nineteen; the patch on his shirt said his name was Tim. From Tim's angle he hadn't gotten the view that I had. He stepped up and checked the seat height and said that it needed to be adjusted upward a bit. He held the bike and Nikki stood up on the pedals expecting him to raise the seat for her.

Tim blushed, "Uhm, maybe you should get off first." He would've had to reach under her dress for the lever in order to adjust the seat. "Or, maybe your dad can do it."

Nikki stepped off the bike and this time I was sure that Tim got a long glimpse of her yellow panties. She looked at the clerk and then at me. She turned back to the clerk and said, "Bishop's not my dad, he's my boyfriend."

The kid went crimson and started to stammer. "Oh. Sorry, I just... I mean I..."

"It's OK, Tim. I'm certainly old enough to be her dad but, I assure you, she's got great taste in men." I leaned in and gave Nikki a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Yes sir, of course." Tim continued to blush as he installed a rack and a wicker basket over the rear tire of Nikki's new bike.

We completed the sale and rolled Nikki's new bike out of the shop. I put it on the bike rack next to mine and we headed for the park where we rode the trails for over two hours. She was a natural. She was strong and agile and seemed never to tire. We rode down a rarely used trail into a secluded area of the park and stopped. We stood next to each other, still astride our bikes and leaned together for a kiss.

"Do you want to sit for a while? There are a couple of beers in the little cooler in your basket." I'd thought ahead.

"Sure." Nikki dismounted and we walked our bikes off the trail and into a small clearing. We leaned the bikes against a tree and sat together with our backs against its wide trunk and opened our beers. We sat quietly, enjoying the sunshine and the peaceful setting. I reached out to hold Nikki's hand as we sat.

After a couple of minutes Nikki pulled my hand into her lap and with her legs straight out in front of her, spread her feet apart and began to gently rub herself with the back of my hand. I let go of her hand and turned mine palm down and continued petting her through her dress.

Nikki reached down and pulled the front of her dress up between her knees giving me access to her bare thighs and thong covered pussy. I ran my hand up between her thighs, pulled her thong aside and ran my fingers along the length of her tight little slit. With the heel of my hand on her pubic mound I stroked her pussy and dipped my fingers between her lips to find her very wet.

Nikki rested her head on my shoulder as I leisurely stroked her. I watched to see that no one was approaching and pushed my finger in and back out of her. After a few repetitions I concentrated my efforts on her clit and drew tiny circles with the pad of my middle finger. Nikki let out a quiet, "Yeah," that was almost a sigh.

We sat under the tree, in the meadow for quite a while as I brought Nikki to orgasm with my fingers. She picked her head up off my shoulder, leaned back against the tree, gave a few quick, sharp breaths, shuddered and quietly came on my hand.

I stopped rubbing her but didn't remove my hand. I rested my palm on her pubic mound, cupped her pussy with my fingers and we sat like that for another few minutes. "Thank you."

"I enjoyed that too. I like getting you off."

"Good. I like it too."

"Aren't you afraid that someone might see us, though?"

"Not really. Are you?" She pulled her dress back down to her knees and stood.

"Sort of. I worry that someone might think I'm an old pervert taking advantage of a young girl."

"You

are

."

We both broke out laughing at that. "I suppose you're right."

We got back on our bikes and headed back to the car and back home where we ate a light lunch in the kitchen.

"I have to get some work done now." I excused myself, turning down the hallway toward my home office.